by Jessie Cooke
“Ma! Carlo is four years old, are you not past that yet?” My catholic mother claims to have forgiven me for having a child out of wedlock, but sometimes I’m not sure she has.
“I’m just saying your sister should learn from your mistakes.”
“Carlo is not a mistake!”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“Whatever. I’m going home.”
“No! Rosie please don’t be that way.”
“I’m just tired Ma. I have work to do.” Lynn looked at me with crocodile tears in her eyes and said,
“I didn’t sleep with him.”
“I know, Lynnie. It’s okay, really.”
“I didn’t mean Carlo was a mistake,” my mother said.
I went over and kissed her cheek. “I know, Ma. Happy birthday. I love you.” Now she had tears in her eyes. Jesus. Some days I wouldn’t trade my family for the world and other days…like this one, I wish I was an orphan. “Don’t cry. I’m not mad.”
“I love Carlo.”
“I know, Ma. He loves you too.”
It took me another half an hour but Carlo and I finally made it out alive. While we walked home, he talked about the trees and the cars and the moon…everything and nothing. I loved listening to him. The stressors of my life melted away when I listened to him. Nothing in my life had been less of a mistake than Carlo. Bobby had been the mistake…but that was years ago, and we had all moved on.
That night as I tucked Carlo into bed I thought about how much he looked like his father. Damn Lynn and my mother both for making me think about him. I tried to think about Bobby as little as possible between his yearly guilt calls to his son. Now my mind was grasping at those memories again and pulling them back to the surface.
I met Bobby at a party when I was twenty-two years old. I thought he was the hottest guy I’d ever seen. He seemed to like me and I couldn’t believe that a guy who looked like him would want me. I was a late bloomer and as I struggled through adolescence with a flat chest and braces that I had to wear for five years, I lost a lot of time in the confidence building department. I think Bobby picked up on that. I found out the hard way that some men picked women like me on purpose…it gives the man a feeling of power and dominance. Bobby’s piece de resistance was to get my eighteen-year-old sister drunk and then sleep with her. I forgave Lynn. She’s my sister and teenagers make stupid decisions, especially when they’ve just smoked a fat doobie and drank a fifth of vodka. I didn’t forgive Bobby, but I owed him a world of thanks. That day was a turning point in my life. I finally realized my own worth and for the past four years I’ve worked my way up from there. Besides, if it weren’t for Bobby, I wouldn’t have my little man and him I wouldn’t trade for the world.
I worked for a while and then decided to turn in for the night myself. I was just slipping between the sheets when my phone beeped. I picked it up off the nightstand and looked at it. It was a text from Lynn. It said,
“I didn’t sleep with him. I love you.” I shook my head and text her back.
“I know. I love you too.” I sat the phone back down and switched off the lamp. The phone beeped again.
“Lynn!” I reached for it and when I picked it up I saw a number that I didn’t recognize. I pushed the view button and the message said, “Hi, it’s Kyle.”
7
Rose
My stomach instantly tied itself into knots. I lay there for a full five minutes trying to decide if I should text him back. I finally did,
“Hi Kyle.” Brilliant. My writing skills are evident in everything I do.
“How are you?”
“I’m good, and you?”
“Exhausted. The video is almost finished.”
“Good.” This was the most boring conversation in history.
“Do you want to have lunch with me tomorrow?”
The knots in my stomach tightened themselves. I took a few deep breaths and then I text back, “I’m sorry. I’m taking my son to the zoo tomorrow. I already promised him.” He didn’t text back. Almost fifteen minutes went by before I convinced myself to stop staring at the phone and put it down. As soon as I did, it beeped again. I reached for it so quickly I was embarrassed for myself. It’s a good thing I already know that I’m a dork.
“I like the zoo,” it said. I smiled. Subtle he was not. I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to see him again but I had to think like a mother here. It was too soon to introduce him to my son. What the hell does that even mean? Too soon? Too soon in our non-existent relationship? He probably only called me looking for another easy piece of ass. I surely gave it up quickly the last time. But, the other side of my brain argued…if that was the case, why was he even interested in going to the zoo? My phone beeped again. I cautiously looked at it and laughed when I did. It said, “I’m not Lion…I really love the zoo.” Before I could send one back, the next one said, “This waiting is un-bear-able.” Then in rapid fire I got, “You are giraffe-I me crazy!” “This is Hawkward,” and “Don’t worry though, Owl wait!” The man is insane and I couldn’t stop laughing. I finally text him back and said simply,
“Bronx zoo, eleven o’clock. Behave in front of my son.” In a few seconds I got one back that said,
“I’ll be there.” and then, “Of course I’ll behave in front of a kid. What kind of brute do you take me for?”
I laughed and replied, “I’ll see you tomorrow.” I tried to sit the phone down again and it beeped. It was a picture message this time. I hit open and I was looking at a selfie of Kyle without his shirt on…Jesus mother Mary he’s hot! I shook my head and text back, “Is this what you call behaving?”
“I thought I only had to do that in front of your son,” with a smiley face.
Shaking my head again, I text back, “Goodnight Kyle.”
“Goodnight beautiful Rose.”
That quickly he had sent my heartrate into acceleration mode and my whole body was hot. He’s a fantasy, that’s why he gets me going so quickly…and so hotly. He was mine and every other woman under the age of thirty’s wet dream, and fuck if I wasn’t going to have a whopper of one tonight…that is, if I ever fell asleep. I laid there for twenty or thirty minutes staring at the ceiling. Finally, I let my hand slide down over my stomach towards my aching center, and my phone beeped. Shit! If this is Lynn I’m going to disown her as my sister. It wasn’t Lynn…It was another text from Kyle,
“Are you asleep yet?”
“No.”
“Are you thinking about me?” Damned narcissistic…
“Yes.”
“Good,” with a smiley face. “I can’t stop thinking about you.” That one made my chest hurt. He was thinking about me. I text the word before I even gave myself time to think about it.
“Why?”
“Really? You’re gorgeous. You’re real. You treat everyone the same and you’re not the slightest bit impressed with me.”
“So you’re looking for someone who isn’t impressed by you?” I was shaking my head.
He text a smiley face and said, “You will be. Give me time.” I laughed and feeling bold I said,
“Go ahead, impress me.” In two seconds or less I got back an obscene photo. If his face had been in it, I could have made a ton of money. I kept staring at it, wondering if it was a photo he stored on his phone for times like this. I guess it took me a long time to respond because I got another one that said, “Impressed yet?”
I had no idea what to say. I was afraid to switch the phone over to my left hand because if my right hand was free, it would be between my legs where it was very hot and wet at the moment. I let my fingers hover over the phone for a long time…until suddenly, it rang. I pushed accept quickly, before it woke Carlo up and I put it to my ear.
“Hi.”
“Hi. You’re really not impressed?”
I laughed. “I wouldn’t say that.”
“What would you say? My confidence is waning here.”
Yeah, right. “I’m not really good with words.”
He laughed. “Aren’t you a writer?”
“Oh…yeah…writer’s block then.”
Still laughing he said, “That’s okay, I prefer actions over words.” Shit! What the hell am I supposed to say to that? I’m so bad at this. I may as well just hang up…I was blowing this all over the place. “Are you still there?”
I was here…lying in my bed in the dark with Kyle Case on the phone and my fingers tracing the outline of my wet pussy through my panties. Who the hell am I? “I’m here.” My voice sounded husky. Shit! He was going to think I was masturbating…
“You sound a little out of breath Rosie. What are you doing?” When he called me Rosie I felt another warm gush of fluid. It was so familiar…intimate.
“Just lying here.” I pulled my hand up guiltily as if he could see me, and my fingers brushed up against one of my swollen nipples. I moaned before I realized what I was doing.
“Mm…I like the sound of that. What is it that feels so good, baby?”
I was covered in sweat now. What the hell am I doing? I don’t do phone sex. I was aching all over to be touched though…what was he doing to me? I let my hand go back down and slide underneath the waistband of my panties. While my fingers slid across my wet lips I finally just told him the truth,
“I don’t know how to do this, Kyle.” There, now he knows I’m a boring old soccer mom. I’ve never had phone sex. Now he can hang up and go find himself a real woman.
“There’s no right or wrong way baby. Just tell me what you want…what you need.” His voice was deeper…sexier, like the day we made love. My stomach and chest were filled with white hot flames.
My fingers found my clit and my eyes rolled back in my head and my voice took on a mind of its own… “I want you.”
“Mm…that’s it baby. I want you too. I want to taste you…”
Oh fuck! My fingers were drawing lazy circles around my clit before he said that…. now they were putting pressure against it. “I want you to taste me.”
“That’s my girl. I want to feel those pretty heart shaped lips of yours on my cock.”
“Oh Jesus, Kyle…”
“What baby? Talk to me.”
I tucked the phone under my chin and pushed my nightgown up. I used my left hand to twist and pull on my nipples while my fingers continued their assault on my clit. The sheet underneath me was already soaked. “I want you so bad.”
“What do you want to do to me baby?”
“I want to feel you in my mouth. I want your hands wrapped up in my hair…”
“Mm…yes baby…oh yeah…” he was breathless now. Was he really stroking his cock while he talked to me on the phone? Was I really doing this?
I could feel myself getting close to orgasm. My legs were shaking. I was pinching my own nipples hard, imagining him biting at my nipples the way he had last week. “Kyle…” I was so out of breath that I could hardly speak. “Where are you?”
“I could be there in fifteen minutes baby.”
“Can you be really, really quiet?”
He grunted, fuck! He was close too. “I’ll get the screaming out of my system now baby…come with me…”
“Oh…Kyle…”
“Tell me you want me Rosie.”
“I want you…so bad. I want you inside of me. I want you to…”
“Tell me, baby. I’m coming. Tell me what you want me to do.”
“Fuck me, Kyle! I want you to fuck me!” Jesus Christ I’ve never said that out loud in my life. The orgasm suddenly took hold of my body. My legs stiffened and I was rubbing between my legs with a fury. I could hear him grunting. He wasn’t faking it. He had his hard cock in his hand and he was stroking it…while he talked to me! “Oh God Kyle…I’m coming…”
“Me too baby! Oh yeah! Oh fuck!” I lay still while the fierce waves of my climax rushed through me. In my ear were the sexy sounds of Kyle having his own. God he’s hot…too hot for my own good…After several long seconds he said, “Can I still come over. I’ll be so quiet baby. Like a mouse. Please.”
“Yes.” I let my hand flop over to the nightstand and the phone fell out of my hand. I lay there recovering for what seemed like a long time when suddenly I realized that Kyle was on his way. I had to clean up before he got here.
8
Kyle
I broke about a hundred speed laws on my way to Brooklyn. I still didn’t make it in fifteen minutes…but it was close. Rose was waiting for me at the door. She was wearing a tank top and a pair of loose pajama pants. Her hair was mussed all around her face and her lips and cheeks already had that “just fucked” look. I was out of my mind with how badly I needed her. I didn’t say a word; I just grabbed her in the doorway and pushed her back inside and up against the wall. I covered her mouth with mine and kissed her like a junkie getting his first taste in a week. She was kissing me back…like she was starving. Our tongues were so tangled I didn’t know where mine ended and hers began.
She slid her hands underneath my shirt and felt me as we tasted and sucked each other’s mouths, making love with our tongues. I ground my erection into her flat belly and moaned into her mouth. I was throbbing so hard that it hurt. She took her hands out of my shirt and ran them down my arms. Then pulling back slightly she said, “In my bedroom…quietly.” I nodded. She could fucking gag me if she wanted to.
She locked the door and took my hand and I followed her down the hall. She paused in front of one room, looked in and then pulled the door almost closed. I’m assuming that was her son’s room. She led me into her room, closed the door behind us and locked it. I grabbed her and kissed her hard again and then I stopped so I could pull my shirt off.
“Take your clothes off,” I told her. I was already working on my pants. I was on fucking fire and I couldn’t wait a minute longer.
As I kicked off my shoes and shimmied out of my jeans I watched her pull her shirt off. She didn’t have a bra on and those gorgeous, sexy breasts were staring at me. I kicked at my jeans as I stood up and reached for the waistband of her pajamas. She moved her hands and let me slide them down. As I did, I ran my hands across the silky-smooth skin of her ass. I dropped to my knees in front of her and pulled them all the way off and tossed them aside. I kissed and licked the inside of her thighs. She moaned and put her hands in my hair. She was so wet that her juices were sliding down the insides of her legs. I licked them off.
“Spread your legs open for me baby.” She did immediately. I let my tongue run the length of her folds, stopping to circle her clit. She gasped and pulled tighter on my hair. “You taste so good baby,” I growled against her soft flesh. I let my tongue plunge into her opening and used my teeth to just graze her lightly. She was using her grip on my hair to grind me into her.
“Fuck Kyle!” she whispered. That reminded me, I needed to be quiet. I wasn’t used to that, but I could do it. I slipped a finger into her; she let out a long, desperate sounding moan. I slid in a second finger and she squeaked. I think she wanted to scream. I started moving them in and out of her slowly while I sucked her throbbing clit into my mouth. She was mewling now, moving her hips and still tugging at my hair like she was trying to pull it out.
“You’re so wet baby,” I told her with my mouth still pressed against her.
“Mm hmm…” she said. She reached down and pushed me back gently. “I need you to stop…too sensitive…” I pulled my fingers out and stood up. She immediately grasped my cock in her right hand and circled the tip of it with her thumb. Now I was the one that wanted to fucking scream.
She started stroking it up and down, slowly, but with a firm grip. I pushed her back slowly as she did until her legs hit the bed. I reached back and steadied her as I propelled us back. I landed on top of her hard and sucked a nipple into my mouth. I found the other one with my fingers and tweaked it while I sucked. She had her hands on my shoulders, wiggling underneath me.
I bit down on one of her nipples…just hard enough to shock. Her body jerked and when her hips came up, my ha
rd cock brushed up against her soaking wet pussy. She felt so fucking good. It took everything in me to pull back. She jerked her eyes open and looked at me. I smiled. “I’ll be right back, beautiful, don’t move.” I had to get a condom out of my jeans. I opened it and rolled it on before lowering myself back down onto the bed. I positioned myself between her legs and used my hand to rub it against her opening. She squirmed and whimpered and then finally she said,
“Put it in, Kyle.”
“Tell me what you want, Rosie.” For some reason, this gorgeous, ladylike creature telling me she wanted me to fuck her drove me crazy. “Tell me like you did on the phone.”
“Fuck me, Kyle…please…” I smiled again. Even desperate, she was polite.
I slid the tip inside of her and she whimpered again. “You want more than that baby?” She nodded; her hair was wet with sweat now and sticking to the sides of her face. “Tell me, Rosie…”
“I want it all. Fuck me Kyle, please.” That did it for me, I almost came right then. Without warning I thrust all the way inside of her. She arched up off the mattress and I wrapped my arm around her slim waist, pulling her up into me. I held her there for a minute as I circled my hips and ground my cock into her…deep.
“Like that baby?”
“Yes…harder,” I picked up my speed. She matched my thrusts with her own.
“Like that?”
“Faster, fuck me hard and fast Kyle. I’m going to come baby, fuck me!”
My head…both of them, felt like they were going to explode with her sexy words. I drove into her then, hitting bottom and then pulling almost all the way out and doing it again. I took my arm out from underneath her and grabbed her legs. Pressing her tiny body deep into the mattress I gave her what she wanted and what I was dying for. I fucked her like an animal, taking what I needed and falling in love with the sounds she was making and her facial expressions and the way her sexy tits bounced up and down as I did. She had her hands on my shoulders and she was digging her fingers into my flesh. Everything about her was sexy…everything about her made me lose my mind.